Don't record. Fix the situation.

"No" you say, shaking your head, maybe sorta in disappointment at yourself that you're actually preventing this from happening right now. "This isn't right"

Both Carrie and Elle give you a look of shock. "Thisss iss your fantsasy?" Carrie snips.

"It's not me we're trying to impress." you explain. You see a look of understanding paint over Elle's face. But it takes Carrie a little longer to get there.

And you know you're right. The President is going to need serious depravity to let this video slide. Two clumsy and tipsy sisters aren't going to do the trick.

But you know a good place to start. You stand. You put your coat on.

"Where are you going?" Elle asks.

"I have to get some things for this video. If we're really doing this and getting away with it. We have to do it right." You insist, feeling good about taking charge of the situation.

"What should we do?" Elle asks

You think for a second. "Give your sister some water. Sober her up a little for Christ's sake." And like that you're out the door. You're in the car. You're sitting at the nearest stop sign wondering, wait do you really know where the nearest slutwear store is, or do you just have a guess? You have to google it to be sure. You don't exactly feel like a pervert mastermind.

When you get there you move quickly. You have to move quickly. Your head is in a fog, but you try to shake it clear. Behind the counter, the clerk working there is clearly watching loud pornographic videos. You hear the computer moan and groan and then say "My name is Samantha and I'm a slut."

He's watching videos from the Slut Database. Of course he is. He seems almost annoyed when he has to divert his attention to ring out your purchase.

You buy a tight, barely-there, black dress. You buy a mesh, see-through blouse and leather skirt; a pair of fishnet thigh-highs, a choker necklace, some bold ruby-red lipstick, dangly hoop earrings. You get on your way.

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Carrie claims the black dress. 30 minutes have passed by the time you make it back. She's sobering up. That's good. Elle is happy taking the blouse and skirt, but insists on the thigh-highs.

"What, no thongs and bra's?" She asks you. You give her a look. Is she so dense that she doesn't realize that no underwear is going to factor into this. Not even a bit. "I'm just kidding." She smiles. Then she grabs her sister, grabs the clothes and heads into the bathroom to change and apply makeup.

A few minutes later they emerge. And your mind officially can't handle this any more.

Made up to look like enormous sluts. Not just the red lipstick, but thick black eyeliner, long fake lashes.

Carrie looks amazing in her dress. The neckline is low. The skirt is high. It might be a little too small. You see her pussy peaking out from below the skirt. And you're not sure if she can even pull it down any farther. She's wearing the choker necklace and earrings as well.

And then there's Elle in the see-through blouse, leather skirt and thigh-highs. You're at a loss for words. You knew that if everything went according to plan you'd see things you've never seen before. But right now you're looking at Elle's big nipples, clear as day through her blouse. And she doesn't seem to mind... not one bit.

"Now are you ready to make the video?" Carrie asks clearly, soberly.

You nod, getting out your phone. "You're sure this is what you want?" You ask, not sure if asking that question makes you sound like a caring, nice guy or a total schmuck.

Carrie sniggers a bit. "You know, what the President has done is... he's made it so it's not really about what you want any more. It's about what you think you're capable of."

"okay." you say, pushing the red button on your phone. "Are you capa...."

"Yes." Carrie interrupts

"Yes." Elle echoes

"Are you sure?" Now you're not being a caring, nice guy. Now you're teasing.

"Try me." Carrie answers

And you wonder. Should you start them off slow, or thrust them right into the type of scene your President would enjoy?